I've been going through a lot of emotional stuff lately. It's been tough but I'm a strong guy and my wounds are already starting to healing nicely. I'll never forget my first love. I hope she won't forget me. Every things about timing and we just didn't meet in the right time of our lives. It sucks but it's true. Maybe I'll get some closure with her. Hey maybe we'll be able to still be friends. I'm not holding breath on that one but I like to look at the glass as half full. I just hope some people don't ruin all the progress she's made. Even if I'm not in her life I still want her to be happy. If that means I'm not in her life, then so be it. Anyway, I wrote a really bad poem. Here it is:
It's over. I'm ok with it. I have strength to get me through it.
It's going to be hard. It's been hard.
It's faded all ready.
Soon I'll be moving on. I look to the future. I smile.
I Look at the present. My smile breaks.
I'm missing something.
What is it? I remember. She's not there.
I hope she's ok.
I hope she hasn't lost her way. She's strong. She'll get back on track.
Hope no one took her. Hope I'll see her again.
I'll miss her.
I look to the past. I smile. I remember the good times.
I look to the future. I see her.
Strength.
She has it. She just needed to find it. I walk on.
She's on a different path. I move foward.
My path is set.
It curves. So does hers. Away from mine.
Maybe they'll cross again.